As I have been told many times in both my pregnancies ‘you can just about call your baby anything these days.’ Something that often pops into my mind whenever we are discussing potential names for baby number two.
Liking a name is one thing, choosing a name for someone is another. When it comes to choosing a name for someone for the rest of their life, we have discovered, there are a lot of things to consider before deciding on a name…
Will they suit the name?
Does the name suit both adult and child?
Do we know anyone with that name? And if so, what are they like? How will knowing this person affect our decision?
Does the name go with our surname?
Does it go with the name we gave our first child?
What will the name be shortened to? What will it’s nickname be?
How popular is the name? Will every other child in it’s class be called that name too?
What will other people think of the name? And most importantly, do we care? No matter what we call our baby there will always be that one person who says “Ooooohhh thaaaaattt’ss niiiiiccccceee” in that weird high pitched ‘I don’t really like that name’ tone.
And finally, do you both love the name? Can you come to a decision easily or does one of you have to compromise a little?
Luckily for us we both have a similar taste in names. We have had family (mostly my teacher parents) rule out names that they have associated with naughty children. At this stage, after much deliberation, we have our names. We go in with two. One for a girl and one for a boy. We keep it top secret until the birth announcement for three reasons;
One; It slightly annoys other people not knowing.
Two; Even when we think we know our names, there is always a small possibility to change.
And Three; We don’t get many secrets in our life. This is something we can keep just for us, even if it is only for another short three months.
So until some time in early October you can hold tight to hear our chosen name. (And in the meantime I will have to keep my fingers crossed that none of my pregnant friends unknowingly steal our names).